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out I’m talkin’ to the cops? You know what they do to snitches in the streets.”
    “If it’s ya time to go, you goin’ go regardless. I wouldn’t even worry ’bout that,” he said.
    Hearing his heartlessness made me sick to my stomach. He was ready and willing to throw anybody, including me, under the bus if it benefited him. That was the final straw. Kenny had showed me his true colors once and for all, and I was determined to show him mine. I loved the man, yes, but at that point I hated him equally. Besides, it was about time I started loving myself more.

Nasir
    I pulled up to my dad’s shop, and Brock was standing by the door shivering so bad he could barely get his cigarette to his mouth.
    “It’s cold than a mafucka out this mafucka,” Brock said as I got out of my truck.
    “I know. How long you been standin’ out here?” I asked.
    “Since eight o’clock, nigga—the time you was supposed to have ya ass here.”
    “He ain’t bullshittin’, either, ’cause I was out here with him,” another voice called out.
    I followed the voice to Kenny, who was getting out of his Maserati Quattroporte. “I woulda let him sit in my car, but that nigga wasn’t willin’ to put out that cigarette,” Kenny said, giving me a handshake.
    “Hell naw,” Brock agreed. “This nigga be late every morning,havin’ me stressin’. What was it this morning? You couldn’t find ya hair gel?” Brock asked, taking one last puff on his cigarette, then throwing it out into the street.
    “Fuck you, nigga. I got that good shit,” I said, rubbing my palm over my head full of curly black hair. “Ain’t no gel in my shit.” I opened the overhead garage door of the shop, and the three of us went inside.
    “Yeah, whatever, nigga. You got that soul glow shit up in there. Every time you get up off a sofa, it’s a stain where ya head was and shit. That’s how I be knowin’ where you at all the time. I just follow the drip, nigga.”
    “You just mad ’cause ya nappy-head ass can’t get bitches like this curly-head nigga get.”
    “Bitches love a nappy nigga, cuz. I make them feel safe. A curly-head nigga can’t protect them, if need be. And they know that shit, too. That’s why they only fuck with ya type long enough to get pregnant by you, so they baby can have that good shit, then they wind up marryin’ a nigga like me.”
    “So that means I get the pussy and you get the commitment? That sound like a plan to me.”
    Brock put up his middle finger at me and then proceeded to get to work, cleaning and organizing the shop before it opened for business.
    “Y’all niggas crazy,” Kenny commented.
    “That be that, nigga,” I said. “But on another note, what’s up? What happened with that situation?” I turned my attention completely to Kenny.
    “Let’s go in ya dad office,” Kenny said.
    “Cool, but we gotta hurry up ’fore that nigga get here. You know he don’t be wantin’ mafuckas in his office when he ain’t here.”
    “Yeah, especially not me,” Kenny said.
    “So what happened? I see they let y’all out.”
    “Yeah, man, that was crazy. But they basically gave us all court dates. But you know me, I’m goin’ have the top defense team in the city fightin’ that shit. I’ll beat the case. I ain’t worried about that.”
    “That’s what’s up,” I said, rubbing my goatee. “So what got you out the bed this early in the morning? I ain’t seen you at the shop at this hour in years.”
    “I need a favor.” Kenny’s favorite words slid off his tongue.
    I braced myself and then asked, “What’s that?”
    Kenny burst into laughter and then playfully hit me on my chest. “It ain’t nothin’ like that, nigga! Look at you gettin’ all nervous and uptight now when I tell you I need a favor.”
    I laughed back but not as hard. “Naw, I just be waitin’ to hear what you want a nigga to do now, that’s all. You know how you get with ya favors. You never know what you goin’ ask me to